#test muses?

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Leonid Pasternak (1862-1945) "The Night Before the Exam" (1895) Oil on canvas Post-Impressionism Located in the Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

[timethehobo]

Psst fellow Emmrichmancers, would yall be keen if I made more merch of him?

I mostly want to explore making other items, but just worry about having too many extras in stock. 🤔 Sticking to just him first cos I can’t possibly fund all the companions.

[loopnoid]

whos this guy

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all human/human verse characters 25+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! age gaps are welcome* you do not have to match length!

setting -> your muse is a new recruit to a secret doomsday cult that my muse is heavily affiliated with. part of the incitation involves a confession of your sins, and having depictions of the worst 3 tattooed to your skin. my muse is the one with the tattoo gun. this will likely contain triggering content so be advised. religious/dark horror themes will be present moving forward!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

there was a precise, methodical ritual when it came to the preparation of the ink && it's accompanying gun. needles selected with care, lights dimmed everywhere but the adjustable overhead so there was little to distract josiah from his work. just him, the skin, and the release of haunting sin.

he'd done this a hundred times already. their group was small, but growing; the world around them darkening, with more lost souls craving acceptance, forgiveness, salvation, rescue. to have a way out of the dark, and into the light. to survive the pending doom that would topple everything back down to the ground. honestly, josiah couldn't wait. the depiction of flames, a raging fire that engulfed everything in it's wake, were etched in ink across his chest, only just barely peeking through now from under the neckline as he leaned down, sanitizing the gun in silence. one of his own sins - the hunger for destruction. for chaos. it was what he liked to call lust, written over his chest where his heart would be.

not lust for the pleasure of the body - though he fell victim to that, too. but instead, what josiah craved deeper, what really got his blood pumping through his veins, what really could bring the man to his knees... watching it all burn. && most importantly, being the one to hold the flame that set it all ablaze.

but tonight, it was not hellfire he wielded. instead, just an artist's tool, and the gentle whirring of the machine mimicked that of the crackle of fire in distant memories. he'd not properly looked at the subject yet - now finding them in the blurry haze of the targeted light. there was an intimacy to this ritual. it was when they would become redeemed. their worst mistakes plainly written (and by his hand, oh, how the power almost could tingle through his bones.) " this step is called the repentance. you tell me your worst three sins, and we'll face them together. you have to wear them, to be cleansed. to be set free. "

[venusinta]

“you're beautiful”

[despairs-memorial]

She sighs as she listlessly flips through the fashion magazine. The pages and pages dedicated to uninspiring, uninteresting, and frankly ugly outfits had gone beyond boring her to just insulting her at this point.

"What I wouldn't give for someone to just, like, get rid of all of these designers. It's just insulting at this point to even look at these. My eyes are going to turn lychee jelly if I have to look at these a nanosecond longer."

[muse-hodgepodge]

@travelers-of-the-multiverse plotted for a test starter!

It was another peaceful day in the Underground as far as Sans was concerned. He was leaning against his sentry post, debating on bailing and going to Grillby's but he had a feeling that someone was coming. The feeling just kept growing and growing so finally he heaved himself up to go investigate. It didn't feel ominous which had him curious since it was different.

The skeleton kept walking towards the Ruins when he came upon a blue lizard? Wasn't she cold? Eh, not his problem at the moment, instead he approached casually with his usual lazy grin and laid back demeanor even as he took in her details.

"Isn't everyday someone drops by looking cool as you. Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton. What's yours?" He held out his hand for a handshake and when she takes his hand a loud fart sound comes from his hand and he laughs.

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[lunaetis]

one-liner call ! most likely would be slight pre-est. pls specify who you want ( if you dont i'm defaulting to either eden or yinyue. ) you’re more than welcomed ( and encouraged ) to go wild with your response / lengthen it to your heart’s content ! multi pls let me know who it’s for !

[ahousefullofmuses]

Test Muse || Sabrina || Open

"I told you it wasn't safe." Sabrina nearly yelled.

Her close friend had been reckless and nearly got killed. If it wasn't for her magic, she would have never saved them. All she wanted was for them to be safe.

"Why are you always so reckless?"

[dead-or-lie]

“Ugh that twist came out of nowhere.” Komaru huffs shoving her shojo manga in her bag before looking up at the building near by. While she didn’t attend Hopes Peak..nor was she is the reserve course..she still felt curious whenever she walked by.

“Hm..Geez how did Makoto ever get a chance to go to a place like this..? Wonder what it’s like..”

[galahadsrpboy]

Open to: men (top/bottom/verse)

Test muse: Jace Beleren, a telepathic mage who can jump between worlds.

Plot: Jace has moved into a new place and your muse is throwing pebbles at his window.

Connections: ex/boyfriend/crush of whoever used to live here

The first couple of clunks on the window jace had ignored. After the fourth though he moved to the window and stuck his head out. "I am trying to get ready do you mind?" He asked

[quinloki]

What's a little purity between friends?

Thanks to a friend, I find I'm curious

https://ricepuritytest.com/

It's a long list of 100 things to click - I'm willing to bet I've got the "high" score of my followers, but I'm curious to see if that's the case.

Feel free to send your score, your OC's score, or the score you head canon for your favorite character.

I'll post my score Friday ^_^

[toomuchracket]

5 likes and i'll get 1 2 1 2 fucking jump tatted on my ass

[mt10lt20]

Talisman / Cipher - Angel of Emmeria & The Demon of Ustio. Concept sketches of a what-if AU where they flew together (for a while).

[despairs-memorial]

While he did his best to stay way from areas that were under construction both due to the noise and for practical reasons, he found himself having to pass by one on his way to pick up a few things. He was walking back to where he lived when there was the sound of something falling nearby. He drops his things as he quickly gets out of the way of a falling beam, pushing someone out of the way with him as it hits the ground behind him.

"A-ah, sorry! I-I didn't mean to do that... Are you all right?"